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The singing, the four seasons as, the ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign yong chun quan, for most, and a lot of scholars like the spring compared to charm of beauty, times wrote her looks and charm, such as naive girl, or gentle and graceful fair maiden. I is more willing to compare him to a highly philosophizing wit, his body is permeated with wit, all he should have a prince, romantic poetry can text, can provides a good picture, even with a masculine and charm, heroic and vigorous.
Can those poems. Mei flowers and charming willow, cang shan county and streams, and wind and rain, the bird and fish are his poetry, the text, no matter how you read it, as well as his so harmonious, so long lasting appeal. This poetry, language is not running in things than jewels, artistic conception but carve without rendering is evident, construct the beauty of the picture sight is stereo, 3 d. He put the poem full of mountains and rivers, the motherland from south to xinjiang, from east China sea to the western regions. Each one elegant chic, each word after at least one winter to deliberate. It is spring and lyrical, both men and women, young and old, all read read make sense. Scholars, too, though it peirce is surrounded, can bring totally. Maybe night, your door woke up the pond on the tree made full of his poetry bloomed; Perhaps inadvertently, and vertical and horizontal buildings have grass in his poem reciting; Also XuChen BoLou between the Chinese rose petals not hey, are flashing his twitter last night of eloquence; Full of beautiful landscape aggregates it-the rural grow body-it lovers. Girls who love his love poems, the region is, geese and ducks also love shallow to sing his written in small pool of chapters and sentences. Jiangshan nowhere not drawing and earth are good dances. The psalms write meek, write bold and unconstrained, write his talent, write refined taste.
Those will draw. Do you like Chinese paintings? Then go see including Diane distant and evening of little to crow. Do you like the sketch? Go to see the soft willow branches, and the wire the swallow. Do you like watercolor? Mountains and everywhere in between, lake, in the wilderness, in the flower of the rape between the small umbrella, in dandelion. Do you like oil painting? Between heaven and earth where no? Songgang was, small pond qing qing, peach blossom each. Feet every inch of land are canvas, each plant trees, and every plant and every flower is this painting in composition. With the most natural pigments, he is the highest of the painter. Actually, you also in the picture, I also in the picture, we walk in this o wit in the drawing.
This is just the musician. Can set, sing, all is the soothing sounds ah. Listen, gurgling streams; Listen, singing pond. ShanLan gently in the sun; he is singing The worm, is he sing of stars. He sang every mountain, he sang every river, he sang of every thing, he sang of every life. He is the practitioners, wherever you go, he is a singer, singing the good life. He and do and song, and the song and do. Lingering song, he's singing; The beautiful folk song, he sings. In the night, with you to sleep is soothing light music. Early morning, remind you is he blew the trumpet morning glory. He blew the moonlit green fields, his long flute blow lit riverside spend the moonlit night. No matter where you go, he will hear the music, music song, such deep feeling melodious. Which one song are sweet, which will make a song songs moved by you.
To say ah, this is the only those with these, is, is an engineer struggles to, the designer, is makeup girl, editor, is the director is. All in all, he is a very versatile performer, I let my life to the poor to learn of his talent.